Damon did not move aside. He stood in the doorway looking at her like he had known she would come. The light from his room cut across Aria’s face. Behind her the house was quiet. Kael’s door at the far end of the corridor remained closed. The three-day deadline sat between all of them like a held breath. “Come in,” Damon said. Aria stepped inside. He closed the door without touching her. The room smelled of him — clean skin, faint cedar, the residual heat of someone who did not sleep much. She stood near the centre of the space and waited. Her pulse was already high in her throat. The unfinished sentence from the night before had been circling in her head for hours, heavier with every loop. Damon walked to the small table near the window, poured two fingers of something dark into a glass, and did not offer her any. He turned and leaned against the table, studying her with that same restless intensity she had seen in the study. “Kael is not as finished with you as he pretends,” he
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